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Страница 346 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Страница 346 - There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours.
Страница 249 - Sir, you need not be afraid of his forcing you to be a laborious practising lawyer; that is not in his power. For as the proverb says, " One man may lead a horse to the water, but twenty cannot make him drink.
Страница 312 - Covering many a rood of ground, Lay the timber piled around; Timber of chestnut and elm and oak, And scattered here and there, with these, The knarred and crooked cedar knees; Brought from regions far away, From Pascagoula's sunny bay, And the banks of the roaring Roanoke!
Страница 388 - III. HENRI de CLERMONT; or, the Royalists of La Vendee. A Tale of the French Revolution. By the Rev. WILLIAM GRESLEY.
Страница 326 - Look thro' my very soul with thine! Untouch'd with any shade of years, May those kind eyes for ever dwell ! They have not shed a many tears, Dear eyes, since first I knew them well. Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow : for when time was ripe, The still...